Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 146 - 58: Conflict and Grand Opening (Part 3)

Su Weijun lowered his head and roared:

"I've thought about it carefully, everything about today seems strange, I warned them long ago to be cautious when striking."

"But he still died."

"I didn't order Zhu to be killed!"

"Telling me this is useless." Old Huang sighed:

"President Zhu was the chairman of Datong, and it took Mr. Li a lot of effort to have him take over Hongyun. A famous entrepreneur being beaten to death—do you know how many years it has been since something like this happened in Xia Country?"

"No one dares to protect you."

"..." Su Weijun's expression tightened, and after a long time, he said:

"What should we do now?"

"Run." Old Huang said:

"Before this blows up completely, and before the Public Security Bureau comes for you, run as far away as possible from Qu City."

"Hongyun has a way out. I know you have a way to leave, so hurry and go now. Maybe you can save your little life."

"I'm hanging up."

"Wait!"

"Beep... beep..."

Su Weijun's face was grim as he looked at the phone in his hand, his cheek muscles twitching, his eyes flashing wildly.

"Brother Jun."

Pan Zi approached quietly and said:

"The Public Security Bureau is already in the factory. They obviously came prepared and specified some of us by name without investigation."

"Lin Qing..."

"Has been caught!"

"Heh..." Su Weijun chuckled softly:

"What a coincidence, shortly after you, Lin Qing, and my homes were raided, now someone is out to kill us."

"They're trying to silence us!"

"Almost certainly." Pan Zi gritted his teeth:

"What's in our hands threatens their existence. Since they can't find out who did it, they might as well make an example of us."

"Brother Jun, what do we do now?"

Su Weijun stayed silent, lifted his head to look at the iron roof of the warehouse, his mind racing with thoughts.

A few days ago.

Their homes were consecutively burglarized; they knew exactly what was stolen.

If this gets out, who knows how many people will suffer. That group would think nothing of killing President Zhu to frame us.

As long as we're dead, some things will remain unprovable.

This way,

everything could be explained.

"Heh..."

Su Weijun bitterly smiled:

"Looks like we can only escape."

"Escape?"

Pan Zi's face changed dramatically:

"Brother Jun, do we really have to leave?"

Just like the old employees of Hongyun worried about surviving after leaving, so do we?

Everything we have now comes from Hongyun, including wives, houses, money, even connections and friends.

Leaving means losing everything, with no chance to start over.

"What if we don't leave?"

Su Weijun turned, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Pan Zi:

"Not leaving is a dead end!"

"However..."

He bit his steel teeth, his face grimacing:

"Before leaving, we should give them a big parting gift. I, Su Weijun, am not to be trifled with!"

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"Peng!"

In the muffled sound, countless colored ribbons fell from the sky.

With a simple ceremony, the Square Porcelain store on the commercial street officially opened.

Scattered opening bouquets were placed at the door, indicating that the owner had few connections, or hadn't informed many people of the celebration.

A red carpet stretched from the door to the long street, and two graceful saleswomen stood at the entrance, turned around and entered the store after releasing the fireworks.

Overall, 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

the opening was quite quiet, and the staff were not very enthusiastic.

"Square Porcelain?"

The two stood before the shop, and one of them, a man in his sixties or seventies, looked up at the modern artistic sign and said:

"Shall we go in and take a look?"

"Since Elder Duan is interested, of course we should look." The middle-aged man in a suit gestured and said:

"But I've never heard of a name like Square Porcelain, it's probably a small workshop, and the porcelain inside is likely bought from elsewhere."

Not all porcelain merchants have their own ceramics.

Quite the opposite.

Many are subcontracted, or purchased from other places as a batch of porcelain, then decorated in a certain way and sold as high-end goods.

Real famous porcelains are quite familiar to those in the industry.

Stores that make a quick profit are common, and he doesn't think highly of them.

Upon entering, a salesperson immediately greeted them. The clerk had clearly undergone relevant training, with an attitude that was neither servile nor arrogant, and courteously attentive.

"Interesting decor."

The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed slightly:

"Luxury stores mostly use warm tones, creating a cozy atmosphere. In my experience, it's more conducive to emotional spending."

"Here..."

"It's too grand!"

The elder nodded slowly.

Luxury goods are sometimes not entirely sold to the wealthy; in fact, the majority are consumed by the middle class. Being overly high-end can drive away this segment of consumers.

Yet before them...

The opulent decoration was akin to entering the most prestigious museum.

This style of decor is suitable for appreciating exhibits but not for promoting products, and it creates a sense of distance.

"Oh?"

The elder's gaze shifted and fell on a piece of porcelain in the display case, his expression changed slightly:

"This porcelain..."

"Sir." Wen Lei, as the manager of Square Porcelain, was naturally present at the opening of the first store. She appeared beside the two, and upon noticing, she explained:

"This is our Thunder Walking Red Porcelain."

"Historical records on porcelain mention that fine famous porcelains undergo transformations unknown to people when fired by thunderous flames, referred to as Thunder Porcelain."

"Our Boss Fang Ci, after numerous verifications, finally restored this legendary ancient porcelain and named it Thunder Walking Red Porcelain."

"Please take a look."

"The patterns on the surface of the porcelain are marks left after being struck by lightning. This means each porcelain here is unique."

"Hmm." The elder nodded, indicating Wen Lei to take out a piece and let him play with it carefully.

"Nice!"

"It truly is fine porcelain."

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered.

He knew the elder's cautious personality well; if it weren't a genuine treasure, he wouldn't utter the word 'nice'.

"However..."

The elder put down the porcelain and walked over to the jade artifacts decoration, his eyes slightly trembling:

"Compared to the porcelain, your jade artifacts are truly remarkable."

"Sir, such keen insight." Wen Lei appeared surprised:

"Indeed."

"To celebrate the opening of our first Square Porcelain store, the boss specially brought six treasured jade artifacts from his home, and they're all here."

"To be honest, I don't understand jade artifacts, but our boss says each piece of jade in here is worth more than this store."

"I forgot to mention..."

"We bought this store, it's not rented."

"Remarkable indeed." The elder reached out to gently stroke the glass covering the jade artifacts, asking:

"May I handle it?"

"This..." Wen Lei hesitated, thought for a moment, and said:

"Please be careful, sir."

Then she signaled for the clerk to open the glass and record the entire process.

"Dragon Head Patterned Belt Hook, top-quality white jade."

The elder gently stroked the jade, showing a look of pleasure and enjoyment:

"Such treasures, I haven't seen white jade of this quality in private collections for several years; truly a gem."

The middle-aged man looked surprised.

The elder's friends were influential and wealthy, with many big names in the collection industry among them; imagining the rarity of things they don't have is easy.

"Elder Duan."

He spoke in a low voice:

"Can you give it an appraisal?"

"Appraisal?" The elder glanced at the few jade artifacts in the room, and shook his head helplessly:

"Someone who can produce these items surely isn't lacking money. To him, money might just be a mere figure, without meaning."

"Hmm..."

Thinking for a moment, he still said:

"Just this one is worth a few million for sure."

A few million?

The middle-aged man wasn't surprised, but Wen Lei felt her heart jolt. Just one piece is worth several million, and here are six jade artifacts.

Fang Zheng...

What identity does he truly have?

It's unknown that these few jade artifacts are precious items Fang Zheng brought from the Otherworld, truly his ace items, and wouldn't be displayed if not for supporting the opening of Square Porcelain's first store.

"Such treasures."

Shaking his head, the elder retracted his gaze and looked at the porcelain in the room.

There weren't many porcelains displayed in the store, just over twenty pieces scattered at various locations, differing in size and quality.

"How are the porcelains sold?"

"Ranging from tens of thousands to a million." Wen Lei quickly replied.

"Just give me one." The elder casually pointed:

"That one looks good."